Moonspear Sal din hug og lat den ri og renna.

“Ah,” Njord faltered when Towhee made a request to aid their communication. Like her, the man felt he had also committed a faux-pas and felt sheepish for it. “Ah’m sorry,” he said slowly (probably too slow). “Aye… yes,” he corrected in an attempt to mimic Meerkat’s mainland accent which he hoped Towhee could better parse.

“She did tell me,” but to actually interact with a deaf wolf in the flesh had its own learning curve. He did his best to face Towhee directly.

“She also told me your movements…. you make signs to speak?” He motioned with a paw as any awkwardness faded from his expression and changed into curiosity.